Song Description

Singer decides to quit his job, retire to Florida and let his hair turn blue.

Lyrics

I?m sick of deadlines; I?ve had enough
I?m up to here with material stuff
I?ll reach my limit one of these days
Then I?ll go down Florida way

When I can?t take anymore, I?ll go down to the shore
Like a worn out shoe
I'll lie on the beach, a drink within reach
While the hurricanes blow on through
And all you poor slobs still working your jobs
I?ll raise a glass to you
Yes, I?ll raise a toast on the Florida coast
While the hurricanes blow through
Yeah, the hurricanes blow through

I?ll be on my way in a moment or two
Get out my retirement plan; it?s time for a review
Looks like-Oops!-I have a few payments overdue
The way it looks right now I?ll be moving in with you (That?s all right!)
I?ll eat those burgers and buns, ?til I weigh a ton
I?ll get a sunburn too
My face will be brown, topped by a crown
Of silver hair turned blue
And for all you poor slobs, still working your jobs
I?ll raise a glass to you
Yes I?ll raise a toast on the Florida coast
And let my hair turn blue, oh yeah
I?ll let my hair turn blue
And let my hair turn blue